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Pinocchio is dead,

Hollow stump for a crucifix

Just like god abandoned man,

He's soulless wood for a burning cross

Childhood is dead,

Strings cut long ago

We pollute the brain with sorrow

Life ravages hope and wonder

Poor Pinocchio…

Poor Pinocchio...

God is dead,

He shot himself in the head

God is dead,

He overdosed instead

God is dead,

Sins not washed away, descend

God is dead,

This is the fucking end